Chapter 382



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Was the DNA report real?

Didn’t that mean that …. Nora was really Uncle Ian’s daughter?

It wasn’t that she wasn’t their cousin or related to them by blood, if she was Uncle Ryan’s daughter. It was just that Uncle Ian was different from them.

To Joel and Quentin, Ian was more of a teacher and a father than an uncle.

Especially to Joel, who protected him wholeheartedly.

Yvette with Uncle Ryan had eloped and hurt Uncle Ian’s heart. For both of them, this affair was unforgivable. That’s why, at first, their feelings for Nora were a bit complicated.

Even someone as strong as Ian would push a woman away when she clearly wanted to get close, not to mention Joel and Quentin.

But if Nora was Ian’s daughter? Then it would be completely different!

Joel could still maintain his composure. Even though he was shocked, he could still keep his cool.

Quentin was stunned. “That’s impossible. Last time I pulled out your hair and analyzed your DNA. That hair isn’t yours? Do we have a cousin?”

Nora: “…”

This was a novel way of thinking.

She grimaced and replied, “It’s mine.”

She was silent for a moment, and then decided not to bring up the question Lily had discovered, because she had sensitively picked up that it might be something.

He said confidently, “The result was wrong.”

Quentin: “!!!”

There was a small chance that the DNA test report would come back wrong, and the probability was about 0.01%. How could they come across something like that?

Quentin didn’t think long and asked, “So, your mother didn’t betray Uncle Ian?”

“…I don’t think so,” Nora said slowly. “Come to think of it, she may have only given me the Smith surname after she married Henry Smith. Besides…”

There was also the pharmaceutical company her mother had left behind, Idealian Pharmaceuticals . The name Idealian had the name “Ian” in it.

Quentin believed her again. He nodded and walked straight over to Nora. He patted her on the shoulder. “Very good, Nora. Since you are Uncle Ian’s biological daughter, you are my biological sister. I will protect you in the future. Don’t be afraid. As long as I’m here, I won’t let anyone bully you. Besides, I won’t complain anymore when I protect you! You don’t have to feel burdened, I will protect you personally. I’m also responsible for Uncle Ian.”

Nora: “…”

Joel: “…”

Joel looked at Quentin and then at Nora. His dark eyes were full of thought.

Nora only pretended not to notice his probing gaze.

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Yvonne was sent back to the suburban village, and Great Uncle followed.

He paced back and forth in the living room and looked at Yvonne angrily. “Didn’t you say she was Ryan’s daughter? How did she become Ian’s legitimate daughter?”

Yvonne was like an ant in a hot frying pan, not knowing what to do. She said anxiously, “Uncle Grandpa, what’s the point of talking about this now? You should think of a way to get me out of this.”

Great-Uncle looked at her and scoffed. “Think of a way for you? Anyway, when your father wakes up, it’s you he wants to settle a score with, not me! This has nothing to do with me.”

With that, he quickly left.

Yvonne wanted to chase after him, but the old man had already slipped away as if he wanted to get rid of her.

She clenched her fists in anger.

This sinister, cunning old man!

She used to hate Ian so much that she gritted her teeth. After all, no old man in charge of guarding the old residence would be belittled in this way. However, Ian was too domineering and did not take him seriously at all.

This old man did not miss any opportunity to bully Ian.

However, he could not bear the responsibility!

Yvonne’s chest rose and fell as she sat on the couch.

She clenched her fists and looked straight ahead.

Nora had become her father’s biological daughter. Then, her father would despise her even more!

After all these years, she had only a nominal relationship with Ian. Ian had never taken her out for a walk.

Besides, Ian was someone who abhorred evil. After knowing what she had done, even if they had no proof, they could kick her out of the Smiths!

She couldn’t leave the Smiths.

She had been used to living in luxury since she was young. She couldn’t live without money.

Yvonne lowered her head, her eyes red-rimmed.

Why did everyone despise her? Wasn’t it because she was an adopted daughter? It was because she was an adopted daughter who was afraid of being expelled and worried about her status?

She covered her face and cried sadly.

But as she cried, she looked up again!

She could not cry. She had not reached the end.

He could still be saved.

She stood up and paced the room.

Yes, the only person who wanted to kick her out of the Smiths was her father. If her father died now, even if the Smiths recognized Nora, she would still have a share of her father’s estate!

What a shame. Why did Nora save her father?!

Saved…

Yvonne’s eyes flashed with cruelty.

After she understood something, she looked out the door and saw that no one was outside.

Joel really was a fool.

After sending her here yesterday, he had left no one to watch her, letting her go out to look for Great Uncle.

Today was the same way.

But he was also good.

She paced back and forth in her room, anxious to wait for dark. Then, she went out, pulled out her diamond ring and found a black car.

The driver took her to the hospital.

The sky had already turned completely dark.

After getting out of the black car, Yvonne entered the hospital with an anxious expression.

The more she walked, the calmer she became.

By the time she reached the floor of Ian’s ward, she had calmed down.

She slipped into the side changing room and changed into her nurse’s uniform before leaving with her mask on.

She pushed the cart toward Ian’s room. When she reached the door, she was stopped. “Who is it?”

Yvonne, very calm, said impatiently, “I’m coming to change the dressing! Open the door.”

The bodyguard was stunned before opening the door.

Yvonne rushed to the bed and looked at Ian.

Nora had said she would wake up tomorrow.

Therefore, she only had tonight.

She pulled out a syringe and looked out. Then her fingers trembled as she held Ian’s vial of serum and placed the medicine in the syringe.

With a fierce look, he said, “Dad, don’t blame me. If you want to blame someone, blame your biological daughter and my older brother for forcing this on me.”

However, just as she said this, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and gripped her tightly.

Yvonne was stunned. She turned around stiffly and met Joel’s face.

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